Down in the depths,

Way under the surface

A flame was kept

As our own small burden;

And there it stayed

And there, hidden, it burned

‘Till it grew so

With ruby rage and churned.

Scorching inside

Painting all a charcoal

Where still it resides

—Some horrid miracle.

At surface waits

Will it sooner conquer?

Fire feasting ‘till

It’s seen nigher than yonder.

Come close it will,

Boldly consuming all,

It’s hunger filled,

So we surely all fall.

The line is gone,

That safe surface burnt;

All to remain,

A blazing red fire flame dawn.